To be honest, the trouble caused by Robbie Reyes this time is not easy to solve.

Half of the prisoners were dead, and Wanda Maximov and the S.H.E.D.'s hand was not enough. When the police discovered the abnormality of the Nanling Prison, the tragic situation in the prison was enough to scare the timid. Faced with the surging wave of prisoners, the witch finally took action. However, the fear switch in the prisoners' brains seemed to be turned off. No matter how she demonstrated her magic, they still yelled and rushed up. The news mentioned that a "terrorist organization" that hated the Inhuman race was also among them. These idiots were caught by the police as soon as they entered Los Angeles. After experiencing so many cases, the Los Angeles police urgently needed a case that could restore their reputation, and the thugs just ran into the gun.

They thought Robbie Reyes and Wanda Maximov were inhumans. In addition to the hallucinations that Lucy Ball exerted on them, neither the burned human body nor the wreckage squeezed into meat mud could shake the will of the thugs who were originally bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Almost all the "terrorist organizations" who were imprisoned were dead. When Agent Colson and Agent May arrived, they had to step on the floor soaked in blood and ashes, and walked through the empty cell, dragging several still dizzy prison guards behind them.

“Holy Shit…”

"I'm sure those footprints were left by Wanda Maximov, Robbie Reyes and Elias Morrow." Colson said, pointing to the messy footprints ahead of the pool of ashes and blood. "Mike, have you seen where they go?"

"Colson, they threw away the headset." Mike and Fitz, who were ready to support him at Hefeng 1, were also very troubled. It seemed that since the prisoner riots began, the witch and the Ghost Rider did not intend to contact S.H.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E

"Fietz, I need your drone. Send the drone to these passages, enter the window to check for any traces of battle, if not, go in the direction I indicated, and if there is, stay there to continue monitoring." Mike pointed to several corridors on the three-dimensional image of the South Ridge Prison, which did not include those that Colson and Melinda May passed by. Through this method, Mike can judge the paths of the witch and the Ghost Rider in a very short time, and reminded Agents of S.E.E.L.D. to avoid danger.

"Very smart." Fitz nodded. He liked mathematics the most. Several agents who had been helping Colson's squad since the Hydra Rebellion (now officially joined) immediately carried Fitz's drone box and opened the ramp door. More than a hundred palm-sized drones took off together, like a swarm of bees, buzzing towards the prison.

Although I already know the result, every time I read this paragraph, Stephanie Malik still couldn't help but clench his fists, trying to suppress his anger, and try to convince himself that the expenditure is worth the money. Now every penny in Immortal City is used in the right place, bribing local officials and police, and taking some clues from the evidence room is definitely not a suitable purpose, but at the same time it is a necessary expenditure. Even if Immortal City owns so many Hydra companies and holds so many shares in companies, Stephanie has to live a careful life - even the wine cabinet in Salomon's office is filled with his own money, and the expenses of the biological gene laboratory are extremely huge, and he even needs to use his own small treasury to fill it. He has never left any record of private expenditure on the public account of Immortal City.

With such a boss, Stephanie Malik is naturally very hostile to all abnormal expenses, and every penny of the Immortal City must be converted into practical purposes. S.H.E.L.D., which refuses to share this part of the expense, makes Stephanie even hostile. She even calls Agent Colson to protest, but Melinda May hangs up the phone mercilessly, adding a strong mark to the ancient hatred between Hydra and S.H.E.D.

However, not all relevant personnel know what happened in Nanling Prison at this moment.

Daisy Johnson waited on the roof for twenty minutes as agreed, and the assault transport boat arrived as scheduled. She boarded the ramp door of the assault transport boat and saw the guards sitting on their seats, with a gray cargo box with the S.H.E.D. at their feet, squashed all the space. "I want to tell me, I still prefer Kun-style fighter jets. Although the space is not as spacious as this plane, it should be at least better."

"This assault transport boat can send you back through low orbit flights," Constantine said quietly. "To be precise, this is a void aircraft that is fully capable of transporting within the atmosphere. If I were you, I would quickly wear a seat belt, because the G value will make you spit it out when you take off later."

Daisy Johnson sat next to Constantine in a good manner.

"Do you know what Agent Colson is doing now?"

"Yes, I know." Constantine nodded, and then the air became quiet, with only the closure of the ramp door and the vibration caused by the engine starting. He was wearing a helmet, which made Daisy Johnson, who wanted to see something from his expression, return to the point of failure. But even if he was not wearing a helmet, she was not a micro-expression expert and could not see anything.

The minute before the assault transport boat took off was unbearable for ordinary people. Daisy Johnson endured the feeling of blackening in front of his eyes for fifty seconds and insufficient blood supply to his brain, and then it took half an hour to recover.

"So?" she said, "You know what Agent Colson is doing?"

"Yes, and I'm going to take you to join S.H.E.L.D.," said Constantine. "Now that Wanda Maximov has joined S.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.

"I ran out by myself, I will never go back!"

"I didn't expect your rebellious period to continue to this time."

"Oh my God, can you understand human words?"

"Is it because you feel that it would be embarrassing if you go back? So it's necessary for Agent Colson or someone to ask you to go back?" Constantine nodded, "It's okay, I understand this kind of human adolescence thinking, I've read this part of the books."

"No! It's because... let me go!" Daisy Johnson had no idea what she should say. She completely ignored the fact that she was breaking away from gravity. If she hadn't been wearing a seat belt, she would have floated up now. "It's over, I'm going to get off the plane. I don't want to talk about puberty with a three-meter-high Sheldon Lee Cooper!"

"I don't mind opening the ramp door now, but I'm sure you'll freeze to death on the low track." Constantine said, "Do you want me to open it for you? Or will your power help you return to the surface?"
Chapter completed!